As the father of three daughters who are currently in or have just completed college at three different universities, I can affirm that coordinated decorating is definitely a thing! What the snarky article doesn't address is that this is a great way for girls to get to know their roommates ahead of time. Also, with smart marketing by Target, Walmart, Bed Bath & Beyond, Hobby Lobby, and Etsy, you can do this sort of decorating pretty cheaply. It's not all Pottery Barn.

I saw that on Imgur yesterday (I think it was a big Buzzfeed article, too) and had two thoughts: 1.) goodness but women go to a lot of trouble to decorate in non-utilitarian ways and 2.) that setup doesn't look very useful in terms of actually spending time in that space.

I mean, it looks nice, I guess, and probably as nice young outgoing active women they'll spend a lot less time actually in their rooms than I did in mine...but other than "under their slightly-lofted beds" where will all their stuff go?! Maybe it's a suite-style dorm, with a common room for 4 double bedrooms or something.

I wonder if the (likely) bitch that wrote the article ever ended up having any true friends.

With the exception of a brief stint (3 days, chick was a cutter, suicidal, and Satan-worshipping--at a Catholic college) my daughter and her college roommates remain the best of friends. In each other's weddings, celebrate the birth of each other's children, etc.

I WAS HIDING IN THE SPACE BEHIND THE FENCE, BETWEEN THE CURLING FLOWER SPACES, I COULD SEE THEM HITTING, THEY SWUNG THE PILLOWS AND HOPPED ON THE BEDS AND I WATCHED THROUGH THE WINDOW AT THEM IN THE YELLOW LIGHT OF THEIR FANCY LAMPS.

THEY WORE COTTON PANTIES AND BRAS AND WERE BAREFOOT, BAREFOOT LIKE A WALK ALONG THE RIVER BUT THEIR FEET WERE CLEAN, I COULD TELL FROM ALL THE WAY.

I WANT TO SMELL THE PILLOWS AND SMELL THE PANTIES AND SMELL THE BED, I COULD SNEAK IN THROUGH THE SIDE DOOR AND CLIMB UPSTAIRS WITH WHISPER FEET. BUT THE POLICE THEY HAVE ALREADY WARNED ME ABOUT SUCH THINGS THIS PAST SUMMER SO I STAY HERE BEHIND THE FENCE, JUST WATCHING THEM HOP AND SWING AND LAUGH THEIR CARELESS LAUGHS. MY HEART RACES SOME AND SOME AGAIN...

THE SWEETEST OF THE GIRLS SURELY IS LEIGH, SHE MAKES ME THINK OF SUMMER PEACHES IN A WOODEN BUCKET. SHE WOULD BE MY GIRL IF GIRLS LIKE HER TOOK A SHINING TO BOYS LIKE ME, BUT THEY DON'T BECAUSE THEY THINK I'M DUMB. I'M NOT THAT DUMB, BUT IT DON'T MATTER MUCH ONCE PEOPLE THINK WHAT PEOPLE THINK…

I HAVE STARED FROM BEHIND THE FENCE AND SEEN LEIGH IN HER PANTIES, I KNOW HOW TO DO THAT. SHE LIKES TO STAND IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND STARE AT HERSELF AND MOVE HERSELF THIS WAY AND THAT UNTIL HER EYES LIKE WHAT THEY SEE THERE. ME, I LIKE HER BUTTOCKS IN THOSE COTTON PANTIES AS SHE STANDS ON BAREFOOT TOES…

IN THE LAST SUMMER I WENT INSIDE THE WEAVER HOUSE WHEN NO ONE WAS HOME, I KNOCKED TO BE SURE AND I KNOCKED AGAIN HARDER. INSIDE THE KITCHEN I MADE MY SELF A PEANUT BUTTER-AND-JELLY SANDWICH, AND THE PEANUT BUTTER STUCK TO THE RUTH OF MY MOUTH SO I DRANK SOME SWEET TEA, TOO.

QUIET I WENT INTO MANDY'S BEDROOM AND I OPENED THE DRAWERS OF HER BUREAU. I SORTED AND I SNIFFED AND THEN THERE WAS THE RIGHT PAIR OF PANTIES, SO I TOOK THEM. I PUT THEM DEEP IN MY POCKET AND I TOOK THEM, I TOOK MANDY'S PANTIES, THE ONES WITH THE LITTLE FLOWERS BECAUSE I LIKE FLOWERS, THEY'RE PRETTY.

OVER THE SUMMER I TOOK A LOT OF PANTIES FROM A LOT OF HOMES, UNTIL THE POLICE CAME BY. THEY COULDN'T PROVE NOTHING, BUT THEY KNEW IT WAS ME, THEY TOLD ME SO, SO I STOPPED SNEAKING INTO HOUSES TO GET PANTIES, I STOPPED RIGHT THEN…

WHEN I WAS A YOUNGER BOY I WAS FRIENDS WITH A SWEET YOUNG GIRL, HER NAME WAS PENNY AND SHE WAS SWEET BUT I CALLED HER PRINCESS PENNY. WE WOULD PLAY GAMES AND SHE WOULD RIDE ON MY SHOULDERS AS I WHOOPED AND SWOOPED DOWN THROUGH THE ORCHARD, SHE WOULD GIGGLE AND GRAB AT THE GREEN LEAVES.

ONE DAY HER PARENTS SAID SHE COULDN'T PLAY WITH ME ANYMORE BECAUSE I WAS TOO BIG AND DUMB, THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID, THAT I WAS BIG AND DUMB AND MIGHT END UP HURTING HER. OR WORSE, THEY SAID, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE WORSE WAS, ALTHOUGH MAYBE NOW I HAVE AN IDEA. I THINK I HAD THAT IDEA THEN, TOO, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT LIKE I THINK I KNOW IT NOW, IF IT'S THE SAME ONE WHICH I THINK IT IS…

AFTER THE SUMMER HAD GROWN COLD MY AUNT BETTY FOUND SOME OF THE UNDERWEAR I HAD GATHERED IN MY SECRET PLACE IN THE CLOSET, BUT I GUESS IT WASN'T THAT MUCH OF A SECRET PLACE CAUSE SHE SURE FOUND IT.

SHE ASKED IF I HAD HURT ANYONE, WHICH I THOUGHT WAS A STRANGE ENOUGH QUESTION, I DIDN'T HURT NOBODY AND NOW I TOLD HER SO. I JUST TOOK THE PANTIES, THERE WEREN'T NO ONE AROUND OR I WOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN THEM, THAT'S HOW IT IS. YOU DON'T TAKE A PIE FROM A WINDOWSILL WHEN MISS ALLEN IS RIGHT THERE IN THE WINDOW. THE PIE WAS APPLE.

AUNT BETTY SAID I NEEDED TO BE CAREFUL SOME, BECAUSE I SCARED A LOT OF FOLKS IN TOWN. I DON'T KNOW WHY I SCARE THEM, I SWEEP THEIR WALKS AND HELP CARRY GROCERIES FOR THE OLDERY. MAYBE IT'S MY SHOES: IT IS TIME A GOT A NEW PAIR THAT DON'T HAVE THE HOLES IN THEM YET...

I WORRY ABOUT MY AUNT BETTY, HER HEALTH IS LIKE THAT OF A SKINNY CHICKEN. SHE IS THE ONLY ONE I HAVE IN THIS WORLD, AND SHE MAKES ME THE BEST SANDWICHES. I LIKE THE ONES WITH THE MARMALADE, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT MARMALADE IS, EXACTLY, UNLESS IT IS JUST A WORD FOR FANCY JAM.

MY TWO FAVORITE SMELLS ARE THAT MARMALADE AND MANDY'S COTTON PANTIES, I COULD SMELL THE SMELL ALL DAY, SOMETIMES I SMELL MY FINGERS TO SEE IF SOME OF IT IS STILL THERE.

I THOUGHT OF A FUNNY JOKE TODAY, IT WOULD BE FUNNY BUT I COULDN'T TELL ANYONE SO IT WOULD HAVE TO JUST BE FUNNY TO MYSELF. I COULD SNEAK INTO THE COLLEGE DORMS AND RETURN ONE OF THE GIRLS' PANTIES THAT I TOOK IN THE SUMMER! THEY WOULD SAY 'HOW DID THIS GET HERE?' AND LOOK ALL AROUND LIKE THERE WAS SOMEONE IN THE ROOM WITH THEM THAT THEY JUST COULDN'T SEE NONE. I WOULD LAUGH, BUT LAUGH ON THE INSIDE AS I WATCHED FROM BEHIND THE FENCE, IF I LAUGHED OUTSIDE SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TOLD I AM VERY VERY LOUD…

DOWN BY THE COURTHOUSE THERE IS A SPOT BY THE STEPS WHERE YOU CAN LOOK RIGHT UP A WOMAN'S DRESS AS THEY WALK UP OR ON DOWN. IT'S FUNNY IN A WAY, THAT SOMEONE INSIDE COULD BE GETTING THEMSELVES SENTENCED FOREVER TO JAIL WHILE RIGHT THEN I'M LOOKING UP A WOMAN'S DRESS JUST SOME FEET AWAY. SOMETIMES I LOOK AT THE FEET IN THEIR SHOES, TOO. I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN THE SHOES ARE TOO TIGHT, NO ONE LIKES A TOO-TIGHT SHOE.

I DON'T EVER WANT TO GO TO JAIL. THE POLICE HAVE TOLD ME THEY EXPECT ME TO END UP THERE SOMEDAY, BUT I DON'T THINK THAT WOULD HAPPEN, I'D RUN INTO THE WOODS AND LIVE OFF BERRIES AND SQUIRRELS. IT IS A SAD WORLD IF YOU CAN GO TO JAIL FOR STEALING PANTIES OR LOOKING UP WOMEN'S DRESSES. UNLESS I DID SOMETHING WORSE THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW, AND IF I DON'T KNOW ABOUT IT I CAN'T REMEMBER DOING IT, THAT ONLY MAKES SENSE...

College kids are expected to act like not college kids. My rookie and I, in 76, at BGSU, decorated our dorm room in a minimalist style briefly-- all nonessential items were stowed, the room was cut in half by a wall made of the student newspaper-- floor to ceiling. It was stark and it was awesome... As were the reactions of our floormates. Just college students exercising what little control they could over their environment.